The Only Explanation

Late night in nolita, I walked past your apartment but I know you aren’t there. The street is short, stacked with youth, how long so you keep up appearances before you lean in and let yourself soften? I swallow the pills diligently, by the time I reach Avenue B, the post pandemic revenge nightlife tapered, a blood moon over the river. I shed the dregs of anger raining over the evening, it is too hot to linger over it, I am a new person now. My father says love is medicine but he had never seen a dating app. 

Summer swelters in New York and you think something is beginning.